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Lageos wrote:

IC: The Lageosian-Bokongo War

On the evening of September 26th 2051 A.D. The National Congress of the Republic of Lageos has officially declared war on the Republic of Bokongo, for the territory known as Uwosa, which consists of what is currently Northern Bokongo, but is and has been illegally occupied by the military of Bokongo. As diplomatic efforts failed in the three rounds of negotiations, no compromise was able to be reached, resulting in Lageos taking the opportunity of public support for the war. Its first wave of attack comes at just traffic between the borders is its most minimal, three (3) divisions of the Lageosian Logistics Corps swiftly and easily overwhelms the border security with three (3) regiments of the Light Infantry Corps, penetrate the border outposts, and completely overwhelm the guards as air support provides them enough cover to take control of the only border crossing between the two nations. The border's telecommunication devices and capabilities have been disabled, allowing the internal defenses to be unknowing of the Lageosian advance until news of the war declaration finally reached. This tightly coordinated assault was obviously planned for months, prepared just for this time and day.

Kiago wrote:

IC: In an immediate response to the actions taken by the Lageos'n government, King Leopold the III has issued executive order 8494, to supply residents of both Bokongo and Lageos with medicine, food, drinks, etc. following the surprise invasion of the Bokongo nation. King Leopold the III also proposes an emergency UNB meeting to discuss the outbreak of the war, to prevent another Great Zothique War, and to plan a quick solution to the conflict in an already unstable region.

While all of that is happening, King Leopold also issues Executive Order 8495, to allow the UNB with full authority to deal with Gangs within Southeastern Kiago. King Leopold the III provides details about the gangs within the Zothique continent as well. King Leopold also with Executive Order 8496, to increase military presence with the border of Lageos due to the attacks on Bokongo, and Southeastern Kiago. The only two demands for the UNB task force is that Neo American Union speerhead the group, and to avoid civilian fatalities as much as possible.

Lageos wrote:

IC: The Lageosian Air Force has successfully intercepted all the drops coming into Lageos, and most of the drops inbound to Bokongo. The military's newest line of hypersonic fighter jets quickly retaliate against Kiagoan interference by destroying a few of the aircraft used in the air drops.

IC: Overwhelmed by Lageosian firepower, the Bokongo Defense Forces made a strategic retreat across the Imo river, giving them a better defensive advantage against inbound enemy offenses. The entire borderlands region was abandoned by the Bokongo government, resulting in thousands of civilians either killed or displaced in the midst of an expanding warzone...

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Hedra wrote:

IC: The Princess Returns

On a secluded island, the sound of waves caressed the shore of an exclusive resort. Tyrana, once the Princess Imperial of Hedra, sat beneath the shade of a wide parasol, sipping a cocktail with a relaxed elegance that belied her commanding presence. Her black hair shimmered in the warm sunlight, and the years she had spent in tropical luxury had tanned her skin, far removed from the palace politics that once consumed her.

A servant approached, bowing as he handed her the day’s newspaper, the latest from Hedra. With a perfectly raised eyebrow, Tyrana unfolded the paper, her sharp eyes scanning the front page. The headline brought a smirk to her lips.

News of her half-sister Felipa’s descendants filled the pages—Empress Elvira’s decision to send the Princes Erik and Vasco to Sovern, seeking brides for them, and the ongoing dynastic struggles. Tyrana couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself, swirling her drink as memories of her father, Tybolt, and the empire he ruled flooded her mind.

“Still playing their games,” she muttered. "And they thought they could do better."

She thought of her grand-niece Elvira, now being the Empress, and her son Erik, who is line to become the Kaiser of Sovern. To Tyrana, neither was worthy of the power they held. Elvira? A fourth daughter, an afterthought on the imperial stage. Erik, rigid and dutiful, knew little of the subtle art of wielding true power. Vasco, flamboyant and entertaining, barely seemed a serious contender.

Tybolt had tried to prepare her to inherit the empire once—before Francisco Medero had been chosen, before everything had crumbled. But when the crown passed her by, she had left it all behind—the palace, the court, the weight of her father’s empire. She had chosen a life of freedom, far from the suffocating chains of bloodlines and duty.

But now, reading of her family’s entanglements, a flicker of something long buried stirred in Tyrana’s chest. Perhaps the empire still mattered to her, in some small way. A smirk deepened on her lips. She had no desire to reenter the game, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy watching from afar.

“Your cocktail, ma’am,” the servant said softly, refilling her glass.

Tyrana took another sip, her eyes narrowing as her thoughts lingered on Hedra. “Still fighting over scraps,” she murmured, before setting the paper aside. For now, she could remain the ghost of a forgotten heir. Yet deep inside, she knew—Hedra might have moved on without her, but the empire Tybolt built still ran through her veins.

She rose from her chair, grasping her ornate cane with a golden handle, which glistened under the sunlight. As she passed the glass doors of the resort’s lobby, her reflection caught her eye. Her black hair was arranged meticulously, her skin tight from years of surgeries to preserve her beauty, though time had left its mark. Her figure, though still statuesque, was a testament to her vanity and her defiance of age.

With a flourish, she adjusted her sarong and made her way inside, the cane tapping softly against the marble floors. Guests turned to watch her, recognizing her regal air, though she paid them no mind. She had more important matters on her mind.

In the resort’s elegant dining room, her daughters, Shaena and Tya, sat by a window, both effortlessly commanding attention from those around them. Shaena, the eldest, was the perfect mix of Tyrana and her late husband, Don Carlos, poised and sharp. Tya, though younger, had inherited her mother’s magnetic charm and fierce independence.

Tyrana approached the table, her movements deliberate. As she sat between them, her daughters exchanged knowing glances, sensing something in the air.

“Girls,” Tyrana began, her voice a low but commanding hum. “We’re going back to Hedra.”

Shaena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “What’s brought this on?”

Tyrana’s smile was sharp, almost conspiratorial. She leaned back, folding her arms as she spoke. “Because it’s time they remembered who we are. Hedra has forgotten me—forgotten us—and I will not allow them to erase our legacy. Not while I still have breath.”

Tya smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Sounds like trouble. I’m in.”

Shaena nodded thoughtfully, her sharp mind already calculating. “Mother, if we do this, we’ll need to be prepared.”

Tyrana’s eyes twinkled with renewed ambition. “We will be. We leave tomorrow. Let them play their games for now, but they’ll soon remember—the blood of Tybolt runs through my veins. It’s time to remind them.”

Her daughters exchanged another glance, both smiling. They knew what this meant. Tyrana, their mother, was preparing to return to the imperial stage—ready to stir the waters of court once more.

Hedra, for all its pomp and ceremony, had not seen the last of its true heir.

IC: The Empress Who Never Was

The next morning, Tyrana, Shaena, and Tya dressed in their finest clothes, embodying the opulence and regality expected of them. Tyrana, always meticulous, chose a sleek, white tailored suit with gold accents, reminiscent of the imperial style from her days in Hedra. The jacket bore subtle embroidery of the family’s former crest, and her wide-brimmed hat, adorned with black feathers, added a touch of flair. Her cane, with its gold handle in the shape of an eagle, glistened in the morning light.

Shaena, the image of youthful elegance, wore a fitted emerald green dress with intricate lace detailing at the sleeves and hem. She wore minimal jewelry that allowed her natural beauty to shine. She looked every inch the royal she had been born to be.

Tya, the younger and more rebellious of the two, opted for a bold red gown with a daring neckline, the fabric flowing around her as she moved. Her wavy hair was left loose, and she wore a statement gold necklace. Her look was a mix of fierce independence and regal sophistication, matching her fiery personality.

Together, the three women strode toward the private jet that awaited them. The aircraft still bore the old coat of arms from Tybolt’s reign, the crest proudly emblazoned on its side—a silent reminder of the imperial bloodline they represented. As they ascended the steps of the jet, they exchanged glances, each of them knowing the significance of the journey they were about to embark on.

Inside the jet, the luxury was understated but elegant—deep leather seats, dark wood accents, and gold fixtures. Tyrana took her seat with practiced grace, her daughters flanking her on either side.

“Well,” Tya began with a mischievous grin, “this should be fun. I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like to cause a scandal.”

Shaena chuckled softly. “Knowing you, Tya, you’ll do more than just cause a scandal. But remember, Mother’s always been the master of that.”

Tyrana smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Let them wonder what we’re up to. It’s better when they don’t see you coming.”

Shaena turned serious, her gaze focused on Tyrana. “Mother, are you sure about this? It’s been years. They might not welcome us.”

Tyrana waved her hand dismissively. “Welcome us? They should be grateful I’ve even decided to grace them with my presence again. Besides, Hedra has become a joke without me. Elvira and her brood can barely hold the empire together. I have no intention of playing nice.”

Tya leaned back, crossing her legs. “So, we’re going to shake things up?”

Tyrana raised her glass in a mock toast. “Exactly. It’s time they remember who we are.”

The jet soared through the sky, its occupants deep in conversation about the upcoming return. Hours later, as the plane touched down at the airport in Rikas, the former capital of Hedra, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Reporters, photographers, and onlookers crowded the terminal, eager to catch a glimpse of the former Princess Imperial.

Tyrana smiled to herself as the doors opened. This was familiar ground. She had always thrived in the spotlight, even when it had been an uncomfortable one. Now, older but still commanding attention, she stepped out onto the runway, her daughters following in her wake.

As the press swarmed around them, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, Tyrana’s sharp gaze surveyed the crowd. A reporter shouted over the noise, “Princess Tyrana, how does it feel to be back in Hedra after all these years?”

Without missing a beat, Tyrana smiled that same sly smile she had always worn. “Back? I never left. Hedra will always be mine.”

Another reporter chimed in, “Are you here to reclaim your legacy, Your Highness?”

Tyrana, not losing her composure, tilted her head slightly and gave a playful wink. “Who’s to say I ever lost it?”

The cameras clicked furiously, capturing the perfect shot of the poised former princess, and the media swarmed her as she made her way through the crowd with her daughters. Each step she took, calculated and graceful, exuded the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

By the time they reached their waiting car, Tyrana turned one last time to the press and with a knowing smile, said, “I hope Hedra’s ready. It’s been far too long.”

Later that evening, the newspapers and television broadcasts buzzed with her arrival. Headlines plastered across every screen and paper read, “The Empress Who Never Was Returns,” and images of Tyrana, Shaena, and Tya dominated the media.

The daughter of Tybolt was back, and the empire of Hedra was about to be reminded of a name they had long tried to forget.

Great Idaho wrote:

Hellooo!

Hello there, a fellow newbie?

Greetings, friends! I am delighted to have an embassy with you all on behalf of UAS.

Separatist confederation wrote:

ICC/OOC:

In response to the poll, yes, we're experiencing a water crisis. We're experiencing it because those bastard Mejicans are shelling the Hoover Dam! This is their last warning: if the Empire of Mejicanas doesn't stop, their not going to get their share of the water from the Colorado River, because we're going to take it for the rest of the struggling citizens of the Separatist confederation.

*casually flips off the representative of Mejicanas*

OOC: Hey guys, it's me, formerly known as Separatist confederation. I have decided to retire my old nation and start over with a new one - the Holy Deseret Dominion. Mejicanas and I have are going to be starting a major RP soon, regarding the recent tensions over the Hoover Dam. I have already cleared this with Sovern, so please don't be confused.

Louisiaane wrote:

Hello 👋

Hello!

Welcome to Barbaria, if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to telegram me, or quote me on the regional messaging board (RMB).

IC: "Athantian Restoration of Minor Arcadia"

As the last of Barrackaland's government, institutions, and military dissolve before the eyes of the Athantians, King Constantine III. lead his forces into Minor Arcadia, and purged the last of the Barracki. Accompanied by forces from Malulota, the coalition aims at avenging their fallen ancestors by completely wiping out every Barracki in sight. Just as the Barracki crucified the Malulotans, they were crucified one by one, until there were none left to torment. The mosques were burned to the ground, and new churches dedicated to the true God were built in their place. The cities and towns they built were reduced to rubble, and new cities and towns were built for Athantians and Malulotans. Men, women, and even children were not spared for the crimes of their sickening ancestors, for they shall know the pain that millions were forced to bare. This open genocide was flaunted by the same soldiers who encompass the wrath, and share glory as there are no Barracki left. Ancient lands were rightfully returned, and that's all that matters...

IC: "Conclusion of the Bokongo-Lageos Conflict"

In order to salvage what military Bokongo has, and prevent any further deaths, the government of Bokongo has sued for peace, and surrenders their northern territory to Lageos. A peace summit will shortly be held in Sovern's capital, Valis. Both leaders of Bokongo and Lageos will attend with the Kaiser of Sovern acting as the mediator.

Agyptus wrote:

OOC: I swear the world gets more retarded by the day, we're tied to fascism? Oh yeah go tell that to our communist furry Communications Minister!

Yes the world is getting dumber and dumber everyday. You have embassies with Fifth Empire, United Fascist Workers Association, The Greater Phoenix Alliance, and more. You're the person in charge of foreign affairs and don't seem to understand why having embassies with fascist regions ties you to them. Are you qualified for the position, besides the fact that barbaria is tagged fascist friendly. barbaria accepts fascists and tolerates them.

Sovern wrote:

Hello!

Welcome to Barbaria, if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to telegram me, or quote me on the regional messaging board (RMB).

I looked at the map and I want to know is it all claimed?